Conquering Good

We all watched hopelessly as our hero drew his last breaths, clutched at the throat by the villain. Would evil win? What would the world be like?

Submitted:May 7, 2013
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Our hero lunged forward to attack the villain, sword raised,
anger clear on his face. The villain simply clutched a child and
threw it in front of him. Our hero couldn't stop in time. The
noise that followed the sword was horrible. There was a scream
from the crowd, a woman's scream. He froze, unwilling to accept
what had just happened. The villain took the opportunity to grab
our hero's throat. We all watched hopelessly as our hero drew his
last breaths, clutched at the throat by the villain. Would evil
win? What would the world be like? She dropped our hero on the
ground, like a child would with a doll that they were done
playing with. She walked toward us menacingly.

"Hello, servants." she said with a smile. She didn't look as mean
that way. "My name is Latisha. Now, bow before me!" There wasn't
much we could do, with our hero's body laying in front of us all.
One by one we kneeled on the ground. "You." she said, pointing
straight at me. "Come forth." I rose from the ground and walked
over to her. "Name?" she asked.

"Evil, horrible beast who obviously had problems as a child and
was too weak to handle them so you turned to killing." I said
immediately. I stand straight and face the crowd of people. I see
neighbors and friends, and my wonderful fiancé,
Julian.

"People, let David be an example to you all. Pay attention." she
shouted. A sword came down on my neck, not cutting it, not yet
anyway. It rested on the back of my neck.

Julian stood up, tears running down her face. "No. You may have
gotten away with killing other innocent lives but you will not, I
repeat, you will not hurt my fiancé." she said. She
raced forward toward us. She didn't get more than 7 feet before
the sword entered her gut.

"NO!" I yelled. I turned and grabbed a rock next to me and
slammed it into the villains head. The rock made a big dent and
she collapsed on the ground, eyes wide and unblinking. Cheers
arose from the crowd.

"Hero! Hero!" someone from the crowd chanted. Other people joined
in and eventually, the whole crowd was chanting.

Now, three months later, I'm still the hero. I don't like to be
called 'hero' though, so I ask to be treated normally. I am,
mostly. Julian was buried next to our hero and every day, I put a
bouquet of roses on her grave and tell her about my life.